Sunday Serenity: Bend with the Wind

Autumn is upon us and change is in the wind.

Whenever I find myself feeling overwhelmed by the challenges of our times I bring my thoughts back to nature. I look at this nearby tree, for instance, and consider what it must have witnessed and the storms it must have weathered over 100 years (+/-) of its existence.

Nature can help us put things in perspective. If we’re paying attention it can teach us lessons of resilience and adaptability. How to flow with the seasons, weather the storms, and bend with the winds of change.

Nature knows how to take care of itself. We, as living beings, are an extension of nature that appears to have lost this knowing. We need to return to the natural world and tune in to its healing frequencies.

It costs nothing but time.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Change … That Was Then … Heritage Park, Calgary

Write old change

This week’s photo challenge asks us to post an image that represents change.

I feel the desire to take this one step further, however.

Change is an important word in my lexicon, so revealed to you, today, is my deeply philosophical side.

(This is a change. 😉 …)

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A long time ago, almost another life time, in fact, a young man I was kind of dating said to me:

“I’m never going to change.”

Even in my tender youth I knew deep down this was a ridiculous statement. My view of him changed from that moment on and, shortly thereafter, “we” were history.

Everything changes every day; every hour; every minute; every second. Every thing we do, see, touch, taste, smell, for better or worse, changes in a moment. With each breath something changes. We are change.

If we don’t accept that things change, we become an obstacle in the flow of life. We become stuck while change swirls around us, gradually eroding (and changing) us into someone we eventually no longer recognize; until, one day, our lives having passed us by, we’re left standing in our own swell wondering what the heck happened and where we went wrong.

To make the most of life we need to be mutable, adaptable, changeable so we can grow, evolve and discover our  own truth.

People who fight change get stuck in old ways, old patterns of behaviour, old limiting beliefs. They do the same things over and over expecting different results. Isn’t that a definition of insanity?

They harbour bitterness, anger, resentment, pain because they don’t believe that, or don’t care if, change is possible.

They are content to be unhappy while wallowing in their murky rut. It’s what they know. It’s where they feel comfortable, even as they claim to hate it.

Unhappy people make the rest of us pay for their misery.

I know … I’ve been exposed to them and … I was one.

For years I was afraid to change and, frankly, I didn’t know that it was possible. I thought that what was, was all there was. I gravitated to the hell of doubt because that’s what I knew, and wore myself out with the worry of it.

A series of wake-up calls … death, divorce, a floundering career, a week in Sarajevo … told me each in their own way and time I was ripe for change.

A death in the family almost 20 years ago told me to live my dreams.

My divorce 14 years ago told me to let go of the past, find my truth and embrace a new future.

Dissolution of a career in public relations eight years ago told me to find my own voice.

An anxiety-ridden week in Sarajevo four years ago told me to find a good therapist who could help me put the pieces of my life back together.

Listening to these calls to action and rising to the challenge has changed me in profound ways.

I have been that miserable person stuck in the vortex of her own resistance, believing that there was nothing I could do to find my truth and crawl out of the shadow of others’ pain.

I have been to hell and back to reclaim the lost pieces of my self, and watched my evolution to wholeness with an aspect of awe.

Now I’m realizing what I once thought impossible. … a happy life.

Change is my friend. My ally. My saviour.

What does change mean to you?

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The featured image was taken at one of my favourite haunts in Calgary … Heritage Park — where prairie history is brought to life.

I love to engage with the past this way. It helps me to appreciate my roots and the advantages we enjoy in these modern times.

Of course, times have changed.

I remember learning to type on both a manual and electric typewriter — in triplicate with carbon paper and white out, if we dared to use it. How much more convenient is the computer even if it has removed some of the romance of the writing process. Just think though, if there had been no evolution from the typewriter, I wouldn’t be tapping out these words on my laptop and you wouldn’t be reading them via cyberspace. 😉

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Finally, when it comes to changing and personal growth I believe there’s nothing quite as satisfying as being able to say, with kindness and a grateful heart, “that was then.”

Be well and thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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Shout Outs

Pilot Fish

Life and Ink

The Sacred Cave

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A Moment in Barcelona …

On Saturday I arrived home from a week in sunny (but chilly) Barcelona, Spain.

The junkets Lloyd and I have taken twice a year since 2008 are the happy result of his involvement on an international business committee whose meetings are hosted by its various members. I’ve been fortunate to tag along and sightsee while he’s bogged down in meetings, and have made new friends through the partner program which organizes visits to the many cultural wonders each destination has to offer.

Last Wednesday we tag-alongs were treated to lunch at Oleum restaurant in El Palau Nacional, a cultural centre built for the International Exhibition of 1929 and since 1934 home to Barcelona’s most important art collection — Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya. The museum is noted for its incredible display of Romanesque items centered around a series of magnificent 12th-century frescoes, and is strategically located on the side of the mountain of Montjuic, allowing an exceptional view of Barcelona which sits at its feet.

Worth noting is the fact that the restaurant is located in what was originally The Throne Room where King Alfonso XIII received visitors. The windows used to be a solid wall in front of which sat the throne. The wall was reconfigured to accommodate windows and view of Barcelona during extensive renovations started in1985.

In this image my friends Carmen (left) from Italy, and Trols (Denmark) are silhouetted against the backdrop of Barcelona while waiting for lunch and debating the plight of Italian Prime Minister, Silvio Berlusconi (they tell me).

Our trip to Barcelona was the last of a three-year series of meetings and might possibly mark our last involvement with the committee as it’s not yet clear whether Lloyd will continue into the next series which begins in September. Most of the people we met we will never see again. A few, however, have become fast friends.

I value greatly the opportunity these meetings have provided to travel to Prague, Sarajevo, Buenos Aires, Milan, Bochum, Tokyo, Dublin, Ljubljana and Barcelona. Each city, its country and its people has taught me something valuable about myself and expanded my horizons in ways I could never have imagined. Each has shown me the value of celebrating, embracing and nurturing our differences and integrating them to expand our personal life experiences.

Some experiences (and food) I’ve enjoyed more than others. Nevertheless, all have helped me to better understand, and define, who I am. Travel is a marvellous catalyst for shaking out the cobwebs of life to a clearer view of what is and what might be. I only wish I’d learned this sooner.

A year ago In Dublin I took great pleasure in learning to count to 10 in almost every language represented at the meeting — Dutch, Spanish, Japanese, Slovenian, French, German, Italian and Gaelic. Under what other circumstances would I have had such an opportunity? My fellow tag-alongs got a kick out of hearing me attempt (and at times butcher) their respective languages, but together we had a lot of fun building a bridge and a memory. It is, indeed, one of many fond memories of my journey to becoming a citizen of the world.

I look forward to hearing if Lloyd will continue on the committee. If so, next stop … Berlin. If not, there will be plenty of other opportunities to fly the silver bird to foreign lands and refresh my spirit with new experiences, including a trip to Australia later this year to attend Lloyd’s daughter’s wedding.

In the meantime, I can review my recent photos of Barcelona and recall each moment captured and how it made me feel and, perhaps, changed me … if just a bit.

I’d love to know what world travel means to you. Please leave a comment if you feel so inspired.

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